Gluttonous Glands, Milk Droplet Mammaries

You never hear the word "teeming" unless something is "teeming with life."

Like a pond could be teeming with life, fish everywhere. Makes me wonder if other things could teem.

A tank top, teeming with tit. Absolutely overwhelmed with the volume of breast it's tasked with covering...

Just idle thoughts passing through my more and more boob warped mind. 🫣

Y'all have done this to me! 😡

The basic function of my brain wasn't always to think about my bosom.

 However, now that I've accidentally made it my profession to talk about my titties all day, it's becoming hard to not think about them constantly.

I remember when I was younger my friend had a game called dance dance revolution. Maybe y'all are well aware of this game, but, there's constant arrows flying upward that you have to dance in rhythm with.

Me and him would play this game for hours and hours. Sometimes we'd play so long that once I stopped, I would see arrows flying upward even when I closed my eyes. My brain marinated in it.

This is kind of what's happening with my boobies recently. I've started selling blocks of time for chats that I engage in with y'all. It's going really well, and making me more financially independent.

In practice what this means is I'm essentially writing essays about my breasts all day long. So when I log out, and try to move on, my brain is like ...stuck in trance inducing, lightly erotic bosom description.

Like...

Why am I thinking about how big Kamala Harris's boobs are when I see her? I can tell you this is definitely not the kind of thought I would have had before y'all invaded my mind.😬🤣

 My partner has even mentioned to me that I am talking about my breasts a lot more. Not necessarily a bad thing, but just another signifier that my gluttonous glands are not quite done taking over every inch of me that they can 🤬.

Okay, milk time.

The topic y'all most wanna hear about it seems.

Apparently this is the main reason that breasts exists in the first place?

To milk?

With all the varying topics that you guys bring up to me I'm pretty sure they just for sexual selection And making my life a pain in the ass.

But yeah, apparently there's like some little milk ducts inside these giant glandular sacks that are apparently for making milk.

One result of my breasts being so sore and tender from their recent growth spurts has been that I am massaging them a lot. Like a lot a lot.

Maybe 2 weeks or so ago, I was pushing down from my armpit titty, toward my areola, and I noticed a little droplet form from my nipple. Kind of cloudy white, and seemingly an omen of bad news.

I consulted my doctor and was met with questions about how often I was massaging my tatas in the first place. I didn't want to tell them it was embarrassingly often, so I pretended it was about half as often, and they told me that that was definitely enough, paired with my condition, to have started milk production.

Apparently lactation specialists have women do massages like this on purpose for lactation. As with everything else in my boob based life, I seem to have accidentally fallen into it.

... And y'all have been asking me how much they're spraying or how much I'm pumping?

They don't spray and I'm not pumping.

At this time I'm also not interested in y'all buying me a breast pump. With my situation the last thing I need right now is to mechanically suck my tiddz empty and make them think I need a bigger supply.

Nooooo thanks.

But, so there's that. I am massaging out droplets every now and then.

Alright. That's all I have for tonight. Glad to have y'all on this weird journey with me. I have to say that I would definitely be more interested in getting a reduction if it wasn't for this growing community y'all have helped me create in the patreon.

Genuinely, thank you for supporting me in whatever way you can.

-Plushy

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